Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.

Traditionalists are pessimists about the future and optimists about the past.

The cities and mansions that people dream of are those in which they finally live.

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.

A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail.

Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.

To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity.

Life is the only art that we are required to practice without preparation, and without being allowed the preliminary trials, the failures and botches, that are essential for the training...

Do you really want to be happy? You can begin by being appreciative of who you are and what you've got.

The one, who likes to have an ‘underhand’, will inevitably come across a ‘boss’!

To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know.

Have you tried?" Tove countered, his eyes sparkling. "Well...no," I admitted. "Do it." "How?" He shrugged. "Figure it out." "You're really good at this training thing," I said with a sigh.

BOREDOM with established truths is a great enemy of free men.

Most people cant' deal with reality, but indulge heavily in fantasy and fear.

I loved writing for the school newspaper. I liked to report and interview people, but I really liked to write columns, funny columns.

Black wines have become the rage over the last 20 years. I prefer our wines to be red.

Some ideas, like dandelions in lawns, strike tenaciously: you may pull off the top but the root remains, drives down suckers and may even sprout again.

I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.